Same Silly Boy & Same Sweet Girl for Bubbles12Replies: 11 / 32 days 18 hours 49 minutes 54 seconds
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[center [i There’s always a story to tell. From beginning to end which marks the day that they fell. Sweet young girl and silly boy both put under a spell that was unparalleled.]]
[center [pic http://shavimargalti.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/boy-and-girl-couple-day-girl-and-boy-love-favim-com-130101_large.jpg]]
[center [b *Note: This is based upon Tim McGraw’s song “Don’t Take the Girl”]]
[center [#9251c1 Muse A as a child was the type that thought girls were icky and gross. Wanted nothing to do with them. So when his father invited Muse B, a little girl from down the road to go camping he threw a fit. Asked his father if they could take ANYONE but her to which his father told him no. Even said that in time feelings would begin to grow, just to wait and to see.]]
[center [#9251c1 That had been when Muses A and B were about seven or eight. Over the years and many pushes by Muse A’s father the two began to form a bond. One might have even compared them to Bonnie and Clyde. Where one went the other was sure to follow.]]
[center [#9251c1 On one of their dates, Muse B’s eighteenth birthday to exact the two had gone to a show. They had laughed and talked of a future without a care in the world. And the night seemed perfect or did until they left the theatre and were stopped by a couple gunmen who took hold of the girl. The boy begged that they take anything but just not the girl. The gunmen did, leaving the young couple alive but scared.]]
[center [#9251c1 Five years passed and Muses A and B moved away from the quaint little town they had grown up in. They went to college and promised to keep in touch. Promised to keep their relationship. But we all know how things turn out and little by little they began to drift apart. ]]
[center [#9251c1 As Muse A and Muse B seemed to think of their history, Muse A’s father died. And so both were called back to town for the funeral.]]
[center [#9251c1 It’s the first they had seen the other in years. They get to talking and it’s as if all the years melt away. Can they stay this way and rekindle an old flame? Or are they destined to forever be apart?]]
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His mind was more than buzzing as he stood upon the once very familiar porch. He was wishing that his mother had not sent him to do this. What was he even supposed to be saying? "Oh hi there...It's been a long time and I know your daughter and I used to date..but my momma wanted me to bring this quilt back to you. She says she is sorry she didn't bring it back sooner." Yeah, that would sound really good.
His finger had just pushed the bell and it rang maybe once, not even once before the door opened. And as soon as it did, Travis found his heart in his throat. Because it had been none other than Haley who had opened the door. And he had to admit that she looked...beautiful as ever. No like a goddess or an angel were the better words. It seemed that the years had been kind to her. God he had to stop his mind before it ran away from him. That had been their past and that was where those things needed to be staying. But god seeing her had opened that old wound again. Had brought back the memories of all they had been and their past. It brought it all hurtling back.
[b "Sorry...I would have called first... But momma had sent me over with this...She said she was sorry for keeping it so long.."] His voice sounded strangled as he was forcing himself to speak around the lump in his throat. And suddenly, Travis was not the twenty-seven year old man, but the fifteen year old on her front porch asking her daddy if he could take her on a date. It made him feel scared and dare he say bervous at coming face-to-face with the brown haired beauty agsin and so soon too. What had his momma done?
Haley had just finished putting everything up in the wooden dresser that stood to the side of the bed when her mother called for her. Moving down the stairs, she found her mother in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables to place in a pot to make some kind of vegetable stew. It seemed like there was always something cooking with her mother around. Stepping forward, Haley leaned her arms against the counter, looking into the pot that already smelled incredible. "What's wrong mom?" Haley asked, brushing her auburn hair back over her shoulders. "Well... I was thinking that you could check on one of the horses at Mrs. Chamberlain's house. Not one of the horses... Mr. Chamberlain's horse. You know how much he loved that animal... Mrs. Chamberlain wants it to be at the funeral as a testament to their bond. Since you're the up and coming vet, I thought you could take a look and see why it's ill." Haley listened to her mother, hearing the mention of going over to Mrs. Chamberlain's house. Haley knew the way by heart, so she wasn't afraid of getting lost. No... she was afraid of something else. Haley opened her mouth to protest, but her mother gave her that desperate look, and it always worked. Haley sighed, biting her bottom lip and rocking back and forth on her heels then finally admitted, "Okay... okay I'll go down there for you mom... you and Mr. Chamberlain only." Haley made it clear that this wasn't exactly something she was comfortable with... What if Travis was there?
Haley stood in silence for a few moments as her mother continued to cut vegetables to place in the stew. What would she say to him if she saw him? It wasn't like she hated me... she didn't think she could ever do that. She was just scared that he was different... that he changed somehow... that he'd be so angry with her. She knew that she should've called. She should've done something all those years ago when they parted, but he should have done something too. For the longest time, Mr. Chamberlain had taken care of her as his own daughter, so, surely, she could do this for him. After all, Mr. Chamberlain's horse was one of the most gorgeous horses she'd ever seen, and it would be a shame for it to miss the funeral of its beloved owner. Haley firmly believed that animals had feelings too. She'd just seen so many instances where it was true. Whenever an owner died, people would call in to report an animal that wouldn't eat or wouldn't move. Haley would check every sign and symptom for a diagnosis, but there was no other explanation for their misery than depression. Haley had a feeling that Mr. Chamberlain's horse might be feeling the same way, but she'd promised she'd take a look, so she was going to take a look, no matter if Travis was there or not. She had to do this.
Sucking in a deep breath, Haley looked to her mother and then readied herself for a possibly very emotional encounter. "I'll be back in time for dinner." Haley said, grabbing the bag of medical supplies that her father kept handy for their animals on the ranch. Part of the reason why she'd wanted to become a veterinarian in the first place was her father. She remembered going out with him as a little girl to some sick pig or goat, and he'd work his magic, as he called it, and the animal would be back on their feet and as happy as ever. Haley found a comfort in that... in knowing that she could treat something so innocent yet so essential to human life. Haley pulled a few extra supplies into the black bag of equipment that she held in her right hand and moved to the front door. Haley's hand wrapped around the door knob at the exact moment that Travis hit the door bell, and she opened the door not a moment later.
Haley dropped her bag in shock and some of the equipment sprawled out across the porch and hardwood flooring of the house. He looked almost the same... but not exactly. There was a more defined look to his jaw as if to reflect that he'd matured and been through more of what life had to throw. His body was lean and muscular, even more so from their high school years. Haley locked her deep brown eyes with his, at a complete loss of words. She must have looked absolutely ridiculous in that moment, but she was frozen. The thing that topped it all off was that black cowboy hat... oh she remembered that one. Travis was almost never caught without it when they were younger, and he was still wearing it now... that hit her hard. Haley stood there a moment longer before the shock wore off enough for her to busy herself doing anything else than staring at him with an open mouth. Bending down, Haley hurried to retrieve the stray supplies and stuff them back into her black bag. Her auburn hair fell around her face, and she was happy for long hair... it hid her somewhat from those brown eyes. Haley just kept finding anything to put in the bag, not ready to look back up again and have to utter some kind of word that made sense. She didn't know if she could.
Travis' eyes were trained on the pictures ans each he seemed to take in longer than the last. It was amazing how much time had passed and how much had changed. And as he was turning through the old album, brown eyes froze on a picture of Haley on a horse that he had taken before they had gone their own ways. She looked so beautiful and so happy in the picture. As he looked at it, Travis felt a tug that he had not allowed himself to feel in so long. This was the reason he tried to stay away from old photographs. Even if he said it was over and he was over her, the man would be lying. It wasn't like he hadn't tried, but just nothing had felt right. So instead of letting himself dwell on all the things that could have been, Travis did the next best thing and that was throw himself into his schooling. And because he had chosen that path, he had become one of the top in his class and was so close to earning his Master's.
[i "Travis! I need you to come down! There's something I need you to do for me!"] His mother called up the stairs, calling him out of his thoughts.
Slowly a hand reached up and wiped away a stray tear that had managed to fall. He had not cried over her in years. And he would not start now. [b "Coming, ma!"] The man called to let the woman know that he had heard. Afterwards, he picked up his old black cowboy hat he used to wear, put it on his head and then went down the stairs. When he came into view of his mother, Travis tilted his head.
[i "I need you to return Mrs.Sage's quilts that I had borrowed from her. I had meant to take them back sooner...But I am sure you can understand it slipped my mind with the funeral and everything else."] The woman said and gave him a pointed look as to tell him not to argue and to do as he was told.
[b "Yes, ma'am. I'll do it now."] Travis found himself saying as he went to retrieve the quilts from the colset they had been stored in. Once he had, Travis slipped out the back door and began on the once very familiar walk down the road and to the Sage's house. How would he explain this? But he didn't have long to think on it when the house came into view and he soon found himself climbing the once familiar stairs to the front porch. As if in a trance, Travis rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Oh hell did he feel awkward doing this but he respected his mother and enough to do as she asked of him.
The flight felt like it took a few seconds. Haley had settled into the seat, reading a book that she seemingly never had time to finish and now they were landing. Haley lugged her baggage from the terminal to the bus station outside the airport, riding the long way out to the city she'd grown up in. It was remote, and it wasn't easy to find, but it was always the third stop on the bus route from the airport. Haley's father had taught her that if she ever wanted to come back. As expected on the third stop, Haley stumbled out of the bus, looking around. It looked the exact same as when she'd left. The center of town was lined with a few more shops than she remembered, but they were still outdated in style. Haley recognized the old grocery store, clothing shop, and farmer's market. It was almost as if time was frozen when she left. Snapping out of her trance, Haley pulled out her phone. Dialing her father's number by heart, she brought the phone to her ear. "Hey dad... it's Haley. I'm here in town. I need you to pick me up." She said, hanging up after her dad said he'd be there. Setting her bags down, Haley made her way into the grocery store. She was curious to see if old Mrs. Wade was still behind the counter. To her delight, the same old woman with her wiry, long, silver hair turned to greet the new customer, signaled by the bell above the door. "Mrs. Wade?" Haley said, smiling and hugging her over the counter. "Do you remember me? Haley... Haley Sage. I used to come in here all the time. Me and Travis..." She began before stopping herself from saying anything more. Mrs. Ward only smiled in that warming smile that only she knew how to do, holding up a lollipop from her counter. "Of course I remember you Haley... I still carry butterscotch lollipops." Haley smiled at her, gently taking it and removing the wrapping. "These are the best... I can't believe you still have them." Haley popped the lollipop in her mouth, sucking on it then holds it in her hand. "Same taste as always. I missed this place." Haley said, gently patting Mrs. Ward's hand. It was obvious that she was getting older.
Suddenly, the door bell of the grocery store rang again. Haley turned her head, smiling at the familiar face of her father. Haley hurried into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I missed you daddy..." She said softly then looked up to him as he spoke in his deep, raspy voice. He was still wearing his signature black cowboy hat. Haley would have been surprised to see him without it. "Ready to go back home honeybun?" He asked, and Haley nodded, waving to Mrs. Ward, mouthing "I'll be back to see you" then followed her father outside. He'd already loaded her luggage in the back of his red, beat-up pickup truck. Haley hopped in the front seat, looking to her father. "Just like old times, huh dad." She said, sucking on her lollipop as her father played the same country music CD on his truck and drove her out to the house. Haley watched the familiar landscape roll by as her father chewed on a toothpick. They got to the house after a few minutes, and Haley stepped out of the truck. The house was the same too. It was two-story with a green door and green window shutters. Her mother still kept the garden in the front. Haley turned her head to see the horses galloping up to the fence. With a smile, she made her way over to them, running her hand down their manes and elongated cheeks. "How are you guys?" She asked soothingly. Haley had a thing for animals. It was why she was becoming a veterinarian.
Being with a horse was so comforting to her, and she felt more at home in that moment than she had in five years. She was back. Haley heard her father's voice, and it broke her out of her moment with the horse. Stepping back, she grabbed her luggage, carrying it in to the house. She was met by her mother's warm hug, and Haley smiled, wrapping her free arm around her mother's similarly small body. "Hey mom." Haley rubbed her mother's back and then took her baggage upstairs to her room. It was no different than it had been in high school. Smiling, Haley thanked her father and then began unpacking. It was on terrible circumstances that she was back in town, but she was happy that it gave her the excuse to do so. Haley knew she should have come back before five years had passed, but she'd been so busy with school that it blinded her. Well... that and getting over Travis for years. Haley shook the thought from her mind, spreading a hand over the comforter of her bed. It was nice to be home...
The hours in the jeep had been long, but they had been what he needed. The silence and the solitude had given Travis a chance to reflect on what had been and what was. And it was during the drive did he realize that both he and Haley were no longer the people they had been. For once so close now they seemed to be perfect strangers. Travis had no idea what she had been up to anymore than she did him. And he began to forget who had pulled back and created the space to begin with. Had that been him? Or had that been her? Well it didn't matter anymore as he was more than sure both of them would be back home. And he was sure their paths would more than cross as well. In a small town where everyone knew everyone, it was kind of inevitable. And deep down he was grateful for that, though he would deny it if that ever happened to come up.
[i "It's been five years, Travis James!"] Came his mother's voice the moment he entered through the back door. The woman looked just as he had remembered her. She still wore her pale coloured dresses and apron. And she still kept her hair up in the same bun she wore when he had been growing up. All and all his mother was still very much the same aside from her worrylines and the silver starting to thread itself into dark brown locks. But Travis didn't say anything and just set down his suitcase and hugged the woman. She even smelled just as he remembered.
[b "I'm sorry ma..."] He whispered when he pulled back to look into matching brown eyes.
[i "We'll talk about it later."] Laura said as she smiled to her son and gave him another hug. [i "I trust you remember where your old room is. It's still the same as how you left it. I figured you could stay in it. Now go on."] And with that, the woman turned back to her cooking.
Travis smiled and shook his head. [b [i 'Same old mom..']] He found himself thinking as he went up to his old room and set about putting his clothes in the old dresser. Once he was done, the man took a seat on his bed and pulled out the phot album he hadn't seen since he left and began to flip through it.
Haley didn't really know how to feel when she got the letter from Travis's mother. The lettering was small, but it held more meaning than could even be expressed. The words were so powerful that they spoke to Haley's heart. How could they not? Haley had practically been over at Travis's house every day in their teenage years. She thought of Travis's mother and father as her own. She even called them that. Haley felt a tear slide down her cheek as she saw the flashbacks of her moments with Travis's father in front of her. It didn't really feel that long ago... Haley knew she had to go. Mrs. Chamberlain had asked her to come, and Haley couldn't possibly say no to that after all she'd done for her. Haley lived in her own apartment. She was doing fairly well. She was going to school to be a veterinarian, but they were on a break between semesters. Haley knew she had enough time to get there and come back. While vet school was hard, Haley was up for it. She'd worked hard all her life, and she'd helped with the farm back home. It was one of the reasons that she even knew Travis and his family. She was the girl down the road, and it wasn't like there were that many houses where they lived. It just felt so strange that Travis's dad was suddenly gone. He was such a good man... he was the heart of the small town they lived in. Everyone knew Mr. Chamberlain.
Haley stood from her bed, packing clothes and some other essentials. There was almost a guarantee that Travis himself would be there... She didn't even know him anymore. She didn't know where he went to school or what he wanted to do with his life. She didn't know if he was even single. It was strange how things could change in an instant and never go back. Haley didn't even know who it started with, but they drifted. Clearing her mind, Haley picked up her bags, heading for the airport. She couldn't wonder if Travis would be there. Haley had to be there for Mrs. Chamberlain, no matter where Travis was or who he was with. Before she could convince herself not to go, Haley found herself flying out to the all too familiar town where they'd grown up where her and Travis's story would inevitably meet back up again at the funeral procession.
Brown eyes were locked upon the white page with his mother's neat scrawl upon it. Travis had read over the letter twice, but still the words upon the page were not sinking in. It was too much a shock to be getting the news that his father had died. And even more of one that he had not even gotten a chance to tell the man good-bye. Or to even thank him for showing him what love was or teaching him all the things he had over the years. How could it have happened? Or why did it have to be now when he was finishing his Master's in Law?
He had to shake himself out of his thoughts as his roommate blew a low whistle. [i "Trav, are you arlight man? You've been sitting still as a statue for the last five minutes and staring at that letter. "] Frank said as he motioned to the letter that was still clasped tightly in Travis' hand.
A sigh slipped from the man and he shook his head. [b "It's a letter from my mother. Something's happened and so I have to go home."] But that was the only explanation he offered the other man as he got up and began towards his room. As soon as he reached his room, he began throwing his stuff into his suitcase and quickly had it filled and zipped. The man soon walked past Frank and gave a faint smile. [b "Try to behave for once and don't let me come back to a trashed place. See ya, man."] With those as his last words, Travis was out the door, got in his jeep and began on his drive back to the small town it had all began.
In his mind, he was wondering if Haley would be back as well. Wondering what all had changed. And most of all, Travis found himself wondering if she remembered their story as he had. But all of that was just his way to try and not think about his father's passing or the funeral. Or at least not until he had to.
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